Lindsay went to great lengths to collect these “evidence” pieces. She had planned all along to frame me and destroy me.
My heart sank suddenly.
I painfully recalled the criminal who had tormented me for half a year. He would always blindfold my eyes and abuse me as if following orders.
No matter how I begged him, even kneeling and bowing my head, pleading for him to let me go, he remained unmoved, saying that what he could obtain was far more than what I could offer. But he never revealed what the reward was.
Later, when he grew tired of me, he tied me to a spinning wheel and used me as a target for throwing knives to torment me.
His mood grew increasingly worse, his drinking more severe and his beatings more brutal. He would snarlingly call me a money-losing good-for-nothing, forcing me to call Carl for money.
But Carl’s phone was always out of service and each time I called, he would torture me mercilessly.
Yet I still clung to a sliver of hope, believing Carl would come to save me and do everything he could to save me.
Until the day I died, I saw Carl, whom I hadn't seen in half a year, say, “I don't love you anymore.” All the strength left my body and I died in agony.